The Saint Who Stole My Heart (Regency Rogues, Book 4)
"**Desire, risk, intrigue, and steamy seduction unite a horny spymaster and an intrepid bluestocking as Stefanie Sloane’s luscious new sequence continues.**
Possessed of a super brain and a love for puzzles, Dashiell Matthews, Viscount Carrington, is a vital member of the elite younger Corinthians secret agent league. Assuming the façade of an addle-brained Adonis, he hunts for a infamous London assassin often called the Bishop. whilst destiny motives him to pass paths with omit Elena Barnes, sprint discovers an enigma that may end up delightfully intoxicating to resolve: a voluptuous attractiveness as clever as she is brave.
Only the trap of a suite of infrequent books bequeathed to her kinfolk by means of Dash’s past due father may tempt Elena from her comfortable rural existence to the overwhelm and self-esteem of London. but when Elena unearths his lordship to be the main impossibly attractive guy she’s ever visible, he additionally appears the stupidest. Which made her body’s shameless reaction to his masterful seduction all of the extra unfathomable. but while she discovers Dash’s project to trace the damaging Bishop, she willingly dangers everything—her belief, her middle, her very life—to sign up for him.
Rowena towards the ready servants, reassured through his solicitous demeanour, ahead of turning her awareness again to Lord Carrington. “In the carriage, then?” “Of direction, pass over Barnes,” he answered incredulously. “I’d hardly ever ask you to take a seat astride considered one of your matching grays.” She peered deep into his blue eyes, looking for intelligence. And deeper. and located not anything. Oh, pricey. Elena sighed. “Actually, in the event you wouldn't brain ever a lot, I do think I’d want walking.” Lord Carrington shrugged.
an easy smile lit her face, all anxiety long past. “Yes, my lord. yet my mom died in childbirth. And after my fourth nanny resigned over a frog’s mysterious visual appeal in her soup, my father left me to my very own devices.” sprint slapped his knee in approval. “Miss Barnes, you're a surprise!” She tensed and abruptly scooted again till she leaned once again opposed to the wall, folding either fingers throughout her bodice. “I don’t find out about that, my lord. yet inform me, whilst have been you final in Sussex?”.
Chair. He strode to the piece of furnishings. He gripped the knob and pulled the door open. Elena sat inside, crouched down low within the small house. “Elena?” sprint stared at her, supremely burdened. “What in God’s identify are you doing in my cabinet?” “I’m so sorry,” she acknowledged. “I was once anticipating you … Then I heard one other man’s voice and panicked.” “Well, permit the lady out, Carrington. She can’t potentially be cozy. And besides,” Nicholas paused, his grin starting to be, “I may greatly prefer to make.
Overblown bow and waited for Elena to provide her hand, which she did reluctantly. He took her hands in his and pressed his too smooth lips to her gloved hand, liberating her and emerging once again. “Now, pass over Barnes, what brings you to London?” “Mr. Smeade,” Elena acknowledged courteously, her voice weaker than she might have most well-liked. “To be unique, books.” the fellow seemed quizzically at Elena, her solution in actual fact complicated him. “Books? Are there no lending libraries in Dorset?” “Don’t be ridiculous, Mr.
Breath. “We’ll take the cognac now.” Jensen nodded and became to gather the liquor. “The bottle, should you please, Jensen.” “Of path, my lord.” CARRINGTON residence LONDON sprint neglected his father. He sat within the overdue Lord Carrington’s learn, toying with a puzzle he’d discovered at the mahogany table. the 2 interlocking keys refused to untangle, regardless of how challenging he attempted. He pulled and prodded on the medieval sort items, however the puzzle refused to bare its mystery. He had enjoyed his father.